One Day Poem by Moto Wamwanga

On the roof of the arc de triomphe,
One of the most visited edifices
In the world, the French's sacrifices
And pride and Napoleon's triumph

I could, oh refinement, admire
A unique and hand made beauty
Which can suddenly exhort a desire
To see forever Champs Elysee, city

Within the heart of Paris where avenues like
Those spokes on the wheel of the bike
Are built. guess what, on my way up to this roof,
I saw and read France's history, the proof

Of French men's love for their country. Hot tears
Of emotion and pain dropped. And without fears
I could surely perceive my lovely Africa while
A voice, a huge voice brought back a smile

On my sad face, a pure victorious voice: ''
Hold your faith! Keep your hope! ! !
No one on earth can change destiny or stop
God's plan. One day, oh God's choice,

Just one good day your Africa would stand, see
Its arch of stability, dignity and autonomy
Being, ignited by a powerful economy
Despite its evil enemies stinging like a bee,

Erected in which the consequences
And woes of colonisation, abhorrances
They planted in you, slavery
That unhuman and cruel treatment that every

Day you blame, would be exhibited without fear,
Cries, changement of government, you hear
Me, for your brilliant future generation to earn
Ability to distinguish the enemy, to learn

And understand how far their freedom,
Their pride and joy came from,
Where their African horoes: Patrice Lumumba,
Nkwame Nkrumhah, Gaddafi; Mzee Kabila,
Sankara, Nazer, Nyerere, Mulele, Mandela,

Would be endlessly honored and glorified
For their endevious, courage and determination
To free Africa. One day your Africa would erect
These kind of marvels and gain the respect
It deserves, snatched since centuries and dinied.

The day before yesterday, remeber, Europe shone.
Yesterday and today America has, alone
Been leading and killing. Today Asia starts its boom.
And the day after tomorrow, there's a room

For your rich land and I strongly believe in miracle,
Africa would definitely rise. I am neither an oracle,
A God, a dreamer nor a magician but
A realistic. The earth is a pendulum that

Continents are numbers, power and realm
Are minute and hour hands which
Every second gradually move to each
Continent. Africa will one day rise. Keep calm.

Babylone Kingdom rose and fell. Grec empire
Ruled and died. Egyptian achievements inspire
Because antique Egypt once governed the planet
Earth. Roman Empire, the unique, I'll never forget,

Empire to blame and punish for Jewish dispersal,
Persecution, humiliation and international
Repudiation, once imposed its supremacy and doctrine.
Further more, British Empire colonised, imagine,

Eighty pourcent of the whole world however, today
It is nothing, nothing at all but the tail of America.
Keep calm, the minute and hour hands haven't reached Africa
Yet. So Africa would, regardless the time, find its way,
The dignity that its children deserve and good life they pray
To live. It's time would come, its people'd dance and play.